Despite my being immersed for years in the Wild World of Woo-Woo, I still occasionally run across things that I'd never heard of. Some of them are apparently famous enough that I think, after finding out about them, "How on earth did I miss that one?"
Take, for example, the "Philip Experiment," which I bumped into for the first time yesterday morning. The "experiment" -- although I myself would have hesitated to use that term to describe it -- was the brainchild of Iris Owen, leader of the "Owen Group," which was a team of parapsychology investigators in Toronto in the 1970s. Owen and her pals apparently were tired of contacting the spirits of actual dead people, so they came up with an interesting idea; would it be possible to invent a fake dead person, and have that dead person's soul become real?
I was already laughing by this point, but it gets even funnier. Owen & Co. dreamed up "Philip Aylesford," a fictional 17th century Englishman. Philip, according to the site Mystica, "...was born in England in 1624 and followed an early military career. At the age of sixteen he was knighted. He had an illustrious role in the Civil War. He became a personal friend of Prince Charles (later Charles II) and worked for him as a secret agent. But Philip brought about his own undoing by having an affair with a Gypsy girl. When his wife found out she accused the girl of witchcraft, and the girl was burned at the stake. In despair Philip committed suicide in 1654 at the age of thirty."
One of the more artistically-minded Owen Group members even drew Philip's portrait:
So the Owen Group began to meditate on Philip's life, meeting frequently to have deep discussions about All Things Philip. After fleshing out the details of Philip's history, they finally decided to have a séance to see if they could raise Philip's soul from the afterlife.
Have I been emphatic enough on the point that Philip Aylesford wasn't a real guy?
I doubt anyone will be surprised, however, that the séance and "table tipping" sessions that followed showed some serious results. Philip did the "rap once for yes, twice for no" thing, giving correct answers to questions about his life. Questions that, of course, everyone in the room knew the answer to. The table in the room where the séance was held moved in a mystifying manner; Philip, one source recounts, would "move the table, sliding it from side to side despite the fact that the floor was covered with thick carpeting. At times it would even 'dance' on one leg." Mystica tells us that Philip "...had a special rapport with Iris Owen," and even whispered some answers to her, although efforts to catch the whispers on an audio recording were "inconclusive."
We are told, by way of an "explanation" (although again I am reluctant to use that word here), that Philip was an egrigor -- "a supernatural intelligence produced by the will or visualization of participants in a group." Whatever that means. I, predictably, would offer the alternative definition of, "a delightful mélange of collective delusion, hoax, wishful thinking and the ideomotor effect."
Of course, this hasn't stopped the whole thing from being spread about as solid evidence of the paranormal. It was the subject of a YouTube video, which I encourage you all to watch for the humor value alone. Even funnier, the "Philip Experiment" encouraged other parapsychology buffs to try to replicate the results. The Paranormal Phenomena site (linked above) tells us that other groups have been successful at making contact with Lilith, a French Canadian spy; Sebastian, a medieval alchemist; Axel, a man from the future; and Skippy Cartman, a 14-year-old Australian girl.
I bet you think I'm going to say "I made the last one up." Sorry, but no. The "Skippy Experiment" is a real thing, and "Skippy Cartman" was able to communicate via "raps and scratching sounds."
It's probably too much to hope for that she asked for "some goddamn Cheesy Poofs."
I know I've written about some ridiculous things before, but this one has got to be in the Top Ten. All through doing the research for this post, I kept having to stop to do two things: (1) checking to see if this was some kind of parody, and (2) getting paper towels to wipe up the coffee that I'd choke-snorted all over my computer monitor. I mean, really, people. If the paranormalists actually want us skeptical science-minded types to take them seriously -- to consider what they do to be valid experimentation -- they need to stop pulling this kind of crapola. I know that skeptics can sometimes be guilty of doing the throw-out-the-baby-with-the-bath thing, better known as the Package Deal Fallacy -- "some of this is nonsense, so it's all nonsense." But still. The fact that a lot of the paranormal sites that feature the Philip Experiment were completely uncritical in their support of its validity makes me rather doubt that they can tell a good experiment from a bad one in general.
That said, I have to say that if we really can communicate with fictional entities, there are a few characters from some of my novels that I wouldn't mind having a chat with. Tyler Vaughan, the main character from Signal to Noise, would be a good place to start, although I have it on good authority that Tyler is so much like me that I probably wouldn't gain much by talking to him. It'd be kind of cool to meet Nick Calladine from We All Fall Down to tell him he made the right decision, and Bethany Hale from The Parsifal Snowe Mysteries because she's badass and tough and smokin' hot.
But it's not possible, of course. And if all I got were some "raps and scratching noises" for my effort, it'd probably not be worth the effort in any case.